In 1964, at age eighteen Jean had graduated from High School in a suburb of Sacramento, CA had been a successful HS student living in a loving if an oppressive family with her mother, father, brother, and sister. The youngest of the three kids she was not treated any different from her siblings. When she was hired for an office job at Cargill in Oakland at...
I just discovered literotica this summer. I was saddened to find so many of my favorite authors had given up writing some time ago. So many stories on literotica beg for continuations. Virtually every story of Colleen Thomas and a whole host of lesbian writers captured my attention to the point that I've plotted out the events of sequels in my mind. I corr...
Oh. Em. Gee. I have to tell you about this amazing girl I met a few weeks back. I'm so excited I have to share it with someone. Ok, once I calm down I'll make a start ... There's a pub near me that every Thursday night the back room gets taken over by women. I'm not telling you where as we try to keep it fairly quiet and I'm sure you've all got your own spe...
Back in Glasgow I was kept busy between working different hours at the restaurant and my school work. What time I had off I spent studying and still managed to keep up a correspondence with Emma. I could go dancing on the weekends, so getting dates was not a problem, keeping them was because of my busy schedule. In her letters Emma was still telling me abou...
Wife Ch. 03: Sandy Silently letting myself into the apartment, I had slipped out of my uniform on the porch. I was naked and hard in anticipation of having sex with my wife. Coming around the corner into the bedroom of our studio apartment I expected to see my wife masturbating. Instead, I saw a blond head of hair bobbing up and down on my wife's vagina. Th...
This is another story about the women who meet in the back room of the pub. They're a diverse bunch and each has their own tale to tell. Please enjoy! ***** "For fuck's sake, Helen, it's just a bunch of women! What are you getting so jittery about?" "It just doesn't feel right, sorry." Helen was one of my best friends. I've worked with her for years in t...
Hi, I'm Mikki. You might remember me from a week or so ago. I am twenty-four and I am a lesbian. I'm a lot surer now than I was last time. About being a lesbian, that is. When I left you back then, I had recently broken my duck with girls and was starting to accept the way my life was going to go. And by "recently" I mean very, very recently. In fact I was...
As the two well-wrapped figures made their way quickly through the quiet streets on an increasingly stormy Sunday afternoon it was clear that the forecasters had been extremely accurate in predicting a dramatic change in the weather over a 24-hour period, as a band of heavy rain, with storm force winds, came hurtling in from the Atlantic Ocean. The temperatu...
Note: This is an original work of fiction. All of the characters are purely figments of my own imagination and any resemblance or similarity to any other persons, real or fictional, is entirely coincidental. Note 2: This work contains graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting women who, although entirely fictional, are over the age of 18. Note...
The moment I woke up, my head was pounding. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples, and I had the worst migraine of my life. Trying to open my eyes was a mistake, but I didn’t realize until the stinging light caused my headache to flare up even worse. It was a pointless attempt anyway, in the brief second they were open I couldn’t see anything besides an in...